5.06.2015

My family has a mysterious hip dysfunction that, when at
its worse, makes sitting for any period of time agonizing. A few years ago I
spent a sweltering DC summer trying to figure it out which amounted to
basically remembering how to walk and how to sit. I felt like a 4 year
old.

At breakfast a few days ago I was thinking through how to
write about our recent trip to Sri Lanka when my hip pain became enough to
distract me from thoughts of lush green jungles. I paused,
took a deep breath, lifted my rib cage and tilted my pelvis slightly forward to settle
back onto the chair with purpose. Remember how to sit. The phrase
often comes to my head when the pain becomes too much. I sit taller and
re-align my shoulders and I can usually manage the position.

And it hit me.Remembering how to see.That is what this trip was about. In fact, now that I think about it, for me travel is always about remembering how to
see. How to see the value in people very different from myself, how to see fractured national identities resulting from power and place, how to see the
incredible effects of natural forces over time. How to see God
in practices very unlike my own and how to see suffering that has never directly
affected me.

We explored temples, ate delicious spicy curries, drove through misty mountain jungle passes, rode elephants and relaxed in what we affectionately think of as our "jungalow" but mostly we remembered how to see.